them.
“I wasn’t expecting you home so soon,” Kalliope said feebly. She wanted to tell him about the overwhelming relief she felt to see him safe and sound before her.
Damianos smiled a sly grin. “Hoping I would be gone longer?”
“No!” she said a little too quickly.
Damianos’ grin became slyer. She had given herself away.
“Why don’t you take me back to one of the rooms?” His voice was deep and throaty and he rose slowly until he was towering over Kalliope.
She gulped as her insides clenched and molten hot desire filled her stomach. She straightened her shoulders and looked up at him.
“You missed a lot,” she said coyly, “I have my own room now.”
Damianos’ eyebrows raised and he couldn’t hide his surprise. “Well, well. Now that is unexpected.” His eyes clouded over. “You must be doing quite well.”
Kalliope shrugged his comment off. “I guess that will be for you to decide.”
Damianos’ eyes were playful once again and he grabbed Kalliope’s hand. Her hand felt small and safe in his large grip.
“Take me to your room.”
Without another word, Kalliope led the way to her room. The walk seemed to take years, and by the time Kalliope stepped into her new bedroom, she felt as if her entire body would combust.
Damianos seemed to be feeling the same way, because he let go of her hand and took a giant step away from her.
Kalliope moved towards the bed, and Damianos walked toward her slowly, like a predator stalking his prey.
“Why did you go away?” Kalliope asked softly.
“Business.”
“What kind of business?” There was an erotic tone in their conversation as Damianos’ greedy eyes drank in her body.
“I own land that must be overseen. I have people that must be managed.”
Kalliope nodded, not sure if she completely understood his explanation. Her eyes were drawn to his full lips and she felt a sudden swell of desire when she realized that in any moment those full lips would be on her body.
Damianos moved towards her, his body strong and powerful.
“I thought of you everyday.” His voice was but a whisper, but Kalliope clung to every word.
“I dreamed of you every night.” He continued as he came to stand before the bed. “The other women here no longer hold my interest. It’s only you that fills my mind.”
“And what if I disappoint you?” Kalliope asked quietly.
Damianos kneeled on the bed and grasped Kalliope by her ankles and quickly pulled her to him. She gasped.
“You won’t.”
Before she could cry out with excitement, Damianos crushed his lips to hers, his body hovering above her own. Kalliope froze and then slowly worked her lips in sync with Damianos. His mouth was warm and eager and Kalliope’s body hummed to life beneath him. Damianos mouth tasted sweet and Kalliope wanted more. Sensing her eagerness, Damianos kissed her harder, pushing his tongue between her lips.
Kalliope parted her lips to allow Damianos entry and he groaned as his tongue slipped inside her. With lush strokes he licked the inside of her mouth and their tongues crashed against one another. Damianos lowered his body onto Kalliope and she felt the delicious weight of him on top of her. She reached up to run her hand through his dark hair, but he was too quick, and he caught her wrist in his hand.
“Not unless I give you permission,” he said smoothly. Kalliope pouted, but kissed him harder. Damianos pulled away from her, his breath shallow and ragged.
“I’m going to get carried away,” he chided, “I have a plan for you.”
“A plan?” Kalliope gasped, her hormones raging out of control.
Damianos nodded and crawled across the bed, leaving Kalliope disheveled and panting.
“First things first,” he said slowly, “I want to see that beautiful body underneath your dress.”
Kalliope sat up shakily, her body still reeling from their intense kiss. She smiled somewhat shyly. She knew the way men liked things at Hera Selene.
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